Less than a minute later, there was a knock."What did you do, run up the stairs?" Laura asked her as she opened the door.Chanitra gave Laura her best ...rinkled-nosed, fetching grin. "Don't be flattering yourself, girl," she said. "Some one of your neighbors held the elevator for me. Liked my hair, too. Bet he wanted to fuck me. I could see it in his eyes. Do you like my hair?"Chanitra often wore her hair in African braids, and this time it was enchanting. They talked about her hair, and how long. He was strong and my heart was beating real fast as he was kneading my ass for all it was worth . His fixation on my butt made feel a little like the trannies i like to watch. Its hard to describe but it felt good to be massaged in a strong grope, but i was so scared because i didn't know when the pain would come. I don't know when but apparently he undid his overalls because as he was holding me he began fumbling with his trousers and took out his black penis. Now I couldn't see much from my. They were the survivors of malaria, dysentery and typhoid fever. The only nod to modesty the coming of age loincloth worn by boys whose voices had broken and faces scarred with small, deep marks to show there were now men of the tribe. It may have been a man’s world, with each man taking as many wives as he could, but my great grandma ruled over it with an iron fist. Flurries of activity would spring up towards lunch time. The women of the hamlet scurrying in their tightly tied lappa’s with. Immediately, my eyes fell on the ‘Erotica’ section, causing me to unintentionally blush and look away in shame. Then I thought, Hey, I’m a grown woman, I can look if I please. It’ll be good for a laugh. About an hour later, I was squared away in my tiny window seat with a copy of a lurid, Gothic bodice ripper. Like some horny, sixteen year old boy with his first ‘Playboy,’ I tucked myself as far away from the other passengers as I could get. Thoroughly engrossed in the pages of the tawdry.